Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.